Kian’s POV
“Refill,” I said sharply, eyes fixed on the drink in front of me.
The bartender jumped like I’d snapped at him which, to be fair, I kind of had and he scrambled to pour another shot, his hands shaking as the glass clinked under the bottle. I didn’t blame him. My wolf’s aura was thick, oppressive, simmering with a need I couldn’t name without gagging on my own confusion.
He wants Eli.
And I didn’t understand why.
Not just want, he craved him. Every part of my instincts had snapped to life the second I caught Eli’s scent. That soft, maddening scent of raw arousal... it had wrapped around me. My fingers still tingled where I’d touched him. My c**k still ached from the torture of not finishing what my body had already decided it wanted.
“He’s a guy,” I whispered to myself like
